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First Time In

... But maybe you can warn me and I can just jack you off at the end." I think I would have said anything to get her to put her mouth back on my prick. It strained toward her, reaching out toward her mouth. Sharon leaned down and licked it, kissed the head, took me in her mouth again, sucked on it. She did that on and off for a while, stopping every once in a while to let me cool down a little, then moving back to my cock again. Her confidence increased with a little experience. Where she had been tentative at first, now Sharon pushed her mouth down on my prick strongly, sucked on me vigorously, moved her hand up and down on me quickly. When it was slick with her juice, she let her hand slide up and down on it like an extension of her mouth, keeping her hand at her lips, jacking me off with her hand while her mouth captured me as my prick emerged from her hand, licked me, tongued me, let me slip out again as her hand moved upward, then caught me in her mouth again as her hand slid downward over the shaft. After a while, I was getting near the edge, my breath coming in little gasps, the feel of her soft hands and warm mouth stirring me, teasing me, coaxing my cum out of me. Sensing it, Sharon moved her mouth off of me, although her hand kept moving up and down, jacking me off, trying to make me cum. But the cool air was a shock after her warm mouth, and she was too inexpert with her hands. Once again, my passion faded slightly. "It's not working, is it?" Sharon asked. "It feels ...

... great, babe" I told her, "but when you take your mouth away, I start to lose it. Can't you just keep going? It can't be that bad if other girls do it." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, honey. I just can't! Not tonight." She paused a moment. "But, maybe.." "What?" "Well, there's another way, maybe..." I couldn't imagine what Sharon was talking about it. We were young and very inexperienced. I knew a lot of names for things, but they were only names. I thought madly but couldn't come up with anything. Except...a friend had once told me what his older b*****r had done to him. But... "I'm embarrassed" Sharon said, avoiding my eyes. "Tell me," I said. "Anything! It's okay, baby. Just tell me. I don't know what you mean." "Well," she said, "have you ever heard of 'cornholing?'" That was just what my friend had called it. His b*****r had stuck his cock up his butt. From what he said, I couldn't tell whether or not he had liked it. But his b*****r had, apparently. "I think so, maybe" I said, but I didn't want to say it. What if I was wrong? The thought of it was both strange and sexy. On one hand, surely it was dirty, unsanitary, embarrassing. On the other hand, the thought of pushing my prick into her, anywhere, was thrilling. I tried to picture it, but couldn't. But the thought sent chills through me. "It's like making love," Sharon said, "but you don't put it in my...pussy. You put it in my...the backdoor." "In there?" I asked. "Can you do that? Doesn't it hurt?" "I don't know," ...